Such snobbery.

Overall, A+ and love it, with two reservations:

No kidding, I used to be all, "Spring Break - I can put in more hours!" This being at a retail establishment. Actually flying anywhere was out of my budget and asking the 'rents was out of the question.

It's not the hoop skirt as such, it's that hoop skirts are being worn to celebrate "Old South" day. And since the economic engine driving the Old South was slavery, it's time to just stahp celebrating it, from Confederate Flags to hoop skirts.

Her Baeness.

Say it in eggy-peggy, alconleigh!

...whew! Needed that snorgalaughbrrrrt thing I just did. Thenk yew.

Is that judgey snoot-in-the-hat Mom? Looks like she worries more about money than menses.

My goal is SUPER Paleo and boil the shit down 'til it is GLUE and I can use it to bind large bones and hides together to build a garden structure I can sell on Etsy.

Have always been SO pleased when my broth comes out of the fridge all jiggly. Now that I see it's a "thing," I can pat my paleo shoulder about it! Bone broth and smugness FTW!

The Perfect GIF.

Thank you. Seriously. Thank you.

CRIME ev'ry mountain............

Oh, it was most definitely an abusive relationship (albeit a highly-paid one). My boss had NPD, and once I threatened her, I was in the cross hairs and she was out to destroy me to the core. Then I was freelancing for a while, and a good 'friend' screwed me over in a business deal. It took years to recover my…

I stayed in a job for years (what a fool!) under those conditions. It wasn't toxic at first; only until we won a multi-million dollar contract and I was credited for the "get." That's when the stabby fun started. I walked with nothing on the horizon. Things worked out. Best thing I ever did. No amount of money…

Was going to watch because, rubbernecking. Glad I caught your comment, first.

Indeed, you do.

Excellently done, Ms. Lautman, and perfectly captures what happens when comfort trumps all.

Just Haggard Art Lady? Dayyum, every single one of these drawings encapsulated some aspects of my slide into comfortable middle-aged IDGAFness.

They want to look like Barbie!